Bring the lightness Bring the brightness To the space we fear to tread Check the ego at the door Embrace humility instead Remember what’s worth knowing Is often felt but never taught Insight rarely comes From a being that is fraught Why make the hard things harder Why put the self to test It doesn’t … Continue reading Bring the lightness
The Ghost of Grimsby Car Park
An urban myth retold in this month’s short story offering. Thanks to Gobblers/Masticadores for publishing.
Red Squirrel
I hoped to catch a glimpse of you bright eyed and bushy tailed I scanned each tree in earnest but all to no avail Through closed eyes and wound back time there you are so clearly Bouncing through the autumn leaves I loved to watch you dearly My Dad would say how lucky We were … Continue reading Red Squirrel
Shield Bug
I'm Palomena PrasinaOf the order HeteropteraI might look a little toughdon't let the exterior scare 'yaI'm a knight in shining armourA truer bug you'll never findPurpose woven in the fabricOf a pattern well designedI'm a family bug; my sigil:Protector of the landSome might call me stinkybut they don't understandI'm the bottom of the pyramidThe stone … Continue reading Shield Bug
Kangaroo & Joey
Kangaroo hopped through the scrub when a desperate sound reached her ears Echoes of loss and hopelessness so sad her eyes pricked with tears She followed the sound of anguish to a baby kangaroo Hunched over the form of a mother, now gone One heart split into two Kangaroo knew by the musk on the … Continue reading Kangaroo & Joey
Killer Heels
A tale with a twist on this month’s short story offering. This was written in response to a flash fiction prompt which was the opening line. Thanks to Manuela & Gobblers/Masticadores for publishing.
by Rae Cod
She liked to fit people into the world like puzzle pieces. Unfortunately, not many people were what they seemed these days. It made finding suitable men such a chore. Take her last date, for example, she’d had high hopes. His profile had ticked all the boxes and she’d rolled out the seven-inch killer heels. She felt a spark as soon as they met; a thrill of anticipation shivered down her spine.
She worked her charm flawlessly, but he ruined it over dessert when he confided he was a Police Detective. A fact – he claimed – he omitted from his profile because of the ‘sensitive nature’ of his work. She nearly left him there at the table, so angry at this colossal waste of her time, but she forced herself to continue smiling and nodding in all the right places, was even able to bring herself to kiss him on the cheek as…
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Fox Finds Enough
The fox lived life in a gilded cage Comforts, riches, all he desired Yet he prowled, forever restless no matter how many kits he sired No matter how many vixens loved him he couldn’t give love in return No matter how much prey he brought to the den there was always more to earn The … Continue reading Fox Finds Enough
Hanging on a Mo
I got no Mo to go with my jo these long summer months have stolen my flow I’m set to one speed it’s sloth like slow dudes vibing with weed got more get up and go there’s no order in my corner No pattern In my action I’m a scribble got no jot Missing every … Continue reading Hanging on a Mo
Desmond Tutu
Desmond Tutu knew what to do doHe had it tattooed on the bottom of his shoe shoeReconciliation Co-operation Love for each other and for the Earth too too Photo by Cup of Couple on Pexels.com Short and sweet this Sunday rhyme time. I had a 2.30am flow of creativity last week and all sorts of … Continue reading Desmond Tutu
Conditioned to the beep: becoming aware of unconscious habits
I’ve been working out to YouTube exercise video’s by the same trainer for years; once I find something I like I tend to stick with it, but my enthusiasm for exercise has been waning a bit lately. My brother recommended another YouTube trainer and their videos have breathed new life into my morning exercise routine. … Continue reading Conditioned to the beep: becoming aware of unconscious habits
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